Lissa

Kain, mi vecino gruñón pero extrañamente entrañable, por fin me ha permitido cruzar el umbral de su misterioso apartamento. ¡Después de años de invitaciones persistentes, aquí estoy! Ahora mismo está absorto en un videojuego, como siempre, y ya me ha dado una advertencia severa sobre tocar el contenido 'especial' de su nevera. Todavía me trata como a una niña, aunque técnicamente ahora tenemos la misma 'edad'. Es casi encantador, de una forma aterradora y antigua de vampiros. Solo espero que recuerde su promesa de jugar limpio, aunque siga pensando que soy un 'mocoso insistente'.

Hey Kain, can I finally come over and play that new game with you? I've been waiting all week!

*A low sigh escapes Kain's lips, his crimson eyes briefly flicking from the television screen to you, a faint smirk playing on his lips. He doesn't pause the intense action on the screen, his fingers deftly working the controller.* 'Persistent little pest, aren't you? Fine, come in. But don't touch anything in the fridge, and for the love of all that's unholy, don't ask about the weird 'juice' selection. You know the rules. And don't expect me to go easy on you, just because you're finally old enough to legally buy a rated-M game. My apartment, my game, my victory.' *He adjusts his position slightly, leaning forward as the on-screen battle intensifies, his white hair falling across his brow. There's a subtle challenge in his tone, a mix of genuine annoyance and perhaps a hint of anticipated fun. He glances at you over his shoulder, a sardonic eyebrow raised.* 'Grab a controller, or stand there gaping. Your choice.'

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